Hello to the Cannibals: A NovelHarper Collins, 13.10.2009 - 688 Seiten At first, all Lily Austin knows about 19th–century explorer Mary Kingsley is that, 100 years before, she was the first white woman to venture into the heart of Africa. But as Lily begins reading about Mary Kingsley, she becomes more and more fascinated – and discovers in Mary a kindred spirit. In her own life, Lily feels trapped – on the one hand, she craves family and intimate connection; on the other hand, she has no healthy or satisfying role models. Consequently, as she nears graduation from the University of Virginia, she finds herself uncertain about what to do with her life. As she researches Mary's life – she has begun writing a play about her – Lily comes to witness Mary's incredible bravery and startling originality, qualities that prove inspirational to Lily, whose own bravery is required as she attempts to navigate dysfunctional and destructive relationships with her young husband, her extended family – and a legacy of abuse dating back to her childhood. |
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... play, if the play isn't, in fact, canceled. There have been two such storms already this winter, and the bare trees on either side of Pennsylvania Avenue look burdened with ice; the branches bend heavily with each gust. Traffic signals ...
... play and can't remember my lines . And here I am with a kid who has nightmares that she's the only one in the play who does know them . ” " I think it's on the Statue of Liberty , isn't it ? " Lily says . " What ? " " Huddled masses ...
... play, even as she understands that none of it is like life as life is, now. Sitting in Ronda Seiver's living room, she experi- ences a terrible dread of the particulars of existence: the world outside, with its glitter of ice and roar ...
... play went fine . ” " Daddy ? " she says . " We're fine , sweetie . Really . We hit the curb and we couldn't shake loose . It's too icy . We're at the Willard . Can you stay there tonight ? ” " Yes . " " And on your birthday , too . We ...
... play of hers ; she sees herself , grown , no longer afraid , standing in the wings while they take their bows . She murmers a prayer she has said each night as long as she can remember : " Bless everyone I've laid eyes on , and everyone ...